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 An Early Education

   Story Codes: ped, m/b, b/b

   Mr.  Carson did things a little bit differently from every other fourth
grade teacher.  When it came time for the class to read aloud the novels we
were studying, he had us all gather on the floor near his desk to sit down.
The best part were his two leather sofas that were God knows how old; the
more aggressive boys and girls would always rush to sit in those privileged
spots, which sometimes even resulted in pushing and shoving.  Mr.  Carson
did his best to grant a special spot to one of us who didn't scramble
quickly enough, the forty something man smiling warmly as he invited the
lucky girl or (usually) boy to hop up on his lap.

   None of us thought anything was off about him hoisting us up onto his
closed-together legs, which coincidentally caused whoever was up there to
have to spread his or her legs around our teacher's.  It was so normal to
us that no one even brought it up to their parents, or else this story
probably wouldn't have happened.

   You see, he was always extra nice to me.  In fact, even more so than
this turn of events, what really represents Mr.  Carson in my mind was his
warm smile, crinkling up the bridge of his nose hidden under glasses,
usually smiling widely enough to make his eyes appear to squint.  He even
offered to help me pay for a piece of pizza during one of our pizza party
days when I forgot all about it and didn't have any cash.  He always did
seem to have his hands on me whenever I was near, and occasionally I
wondered why he did that to me so much, but none of the other kids so much.
Every time I came up to him and asked a question, he'd put his hand on my
shoulder and look as if he were deep in thought, though nothing my nine
year old self could ask was honestly that important.  I know now that I was
obviously the object of his affection, and any adult would have been able
to see it.

   The first day of my adventure started when it was 75 degrees in the
morning as I was leaving for school.  Searching through my dresser, I knew
I was screwed.  "Mom!  I don't have any shirts to wear!  They're all long
sleeve," I complained, standing bare-chested in the room I shared with my
six year old brother with the fan already on full blast, otherwise fully
dressed in my dark blue floral print boardshorts and white ankle socks just
peeking up from my dark brown skate shoes.  I looked down at the pile of
cold-weather shirts in despair as my mother responded with a shout from
downstairs.

   "Just wear one of your brother's old shirts; one's gotta fit!" I pouted
at the thought, thudding on the hardwood floors in my shoes as I headed
toward my 14 year old brother's room across and down the hall, raiding his
dresser for something that would fit.  Mom had a habit of saving all of our
old clothes, so it didn't take me long to find a white tank top with a
green graphic that was roughly my size, so I slipped it on and headed out
the door without much thought.

   Walking in the warmth of the sun felt just right, even if it the day was
going to be a scorcher later.  Arriving at school and seeing my group of
friends hanging out in the 4th-6th grade area, I jogged over and took off
my backpack to chill with them, and they immediately started to giggle at
me.

   "What's so funny?" I asked, hoping I wasn't the butt of some inside
joke. Martin pointed at my chest and giggled again.

   "Woo, sexy boy!" he stated, causing the other two to laugh hysterically
as well and me to look confused at them until I glanced down.  I hadn't
noticed it, but the right strap of my tank top had slid off my shoulder and
down my upper arm, exposing my little pink nipple to everyone's view. 
Turning a bit pink, I grabbed the strap and put it back in place.  Not
obeying me at all, the strap slid right back down, baring my nipple again
much to everyone's enjoyment except for me.  Fuming, I put my backpack back
on, letting it sit on my shoulders until the bell rang.

   Trying to constantly shrug a bit after I took my backpack off once more
in the classroom, I was extremely cognizant the whole first hour of the
straps of my brother's too-big tank top sitting precariously on my
shoulders.  Let me get this straight right now as well: I am not a large
boy.  Most teachers mistake me for a 2nd grader and some have even tried to
lead me to the 1st-3rd grade area of the playground, thinking that I was in
the wrong spot, so it was almost inevitable that I wouldn't have found
something that fit me anyway.  Also, I haven't told anyone this, but
sometimes I put on my first grade brother's cartoon briefs that still fit
me (snugly, of course) and look at my weewee bulging out the cotton,
giggling at how large it looks, especially if I rub a little bit and give
myself a stiffy.

   Anyway, before long, my concentration lapsed and the strap slipped down
once more while the class was doing individual math problems during quiet
time.  I didn't even notice until Mr.  Carson grabbed the strap sleeve
gently and slid it back up to my shoulder from behind me, startling me a
bit at the sudden touch into turning around and looking up at him, to which
he smiled and pantomimed putting the strap back up to let me know what he
did.  I glanced at the sleeve, which had already slipped off again and
pulled it back up, quietly murmuring "thanks" to him and getting back to
work.

   Right before lunchtime, it was time for us to read the class novel, so
everyone made the scramble to the two couches, a collective of five boys
and girls packed onto each sofa.  Of course, I never made it even though I
was small enough to probably hop on even after everyone had a spot and
still fit.  I sat down criss-cross style on the carpet with the other
remaining students, though a minor beckoning motion caught my eye.  Mr. 
Carson was nodding at me to come sit on his lap, to which I eagerly nodded
and stood up, earning the coveted spot.  However, Mr.  Carson hadn't come
out from behind his desk, instead letting all slots on his couch be taken
up by my classmates, which was odd.

   "Okay kiddos, does anyone remember where we left off?" he asked,
starting the lesson as I walked around the other boys and girls to stand
near his desk, the middle aged man nodding and patting his lap for me as
one of the girls answered correctly.  With a boy in his lap being nothing
new, none of the students paid much attention our direction as Mr.  Carson
opened his big teacher's edition of our novel on the desk with one hand,
his other hand holding me about the waist to stabilize me as I plopped onto
him, spreading my legs around his as per custom.  "Right then.  Jenny, why
don't you start us off?  2nd paragraph of page 57 please, then we'll go
through the normal rotation," Mr.  Carson clarified, letting the nine year
old girl start reading aloud.

   I followed dutifully in the book, even with Mr.  Carson's teacher's
notes in the extra-large margins on the sides noting test questions and
lesson plans.  My strap must have slipped down again at some point since I
felt it moving while on my upper arm.  I looked down and saw Mr.  Carson
toying with the sleeve of my shirt, letting it rise and fall up my arm and
thus exposing and concealing my tiny nipple each time.  He giggled softly
enough for only me to hear after I turned and looked up at him, smiling
sheepishly.  "It was the only one I had," I confessed, my teacher baring my
nipple once more and letting the strap stay there down to about the middle
of my upper arm.

   "Well, it still looks cute on you," he whispered near my ear while some
other girl read aloud.  "It's a really good thing you're not a girl, huh?"
he said, running his thumb across the bare nipple quickly, rubbing the pink
tip with just the tip of his digit.  A strange tickle emanated from the
touch, almost seeming to hum straight down to my dickie.  I cooed quietly
out of nowhere, a whimpering sound coming out of me while he pinched and
played with my tiny pink nipple.

   "If you were a girl, you would have to make sure other people couldn't
see this little thing right here," he continued, holding me a bit tighter
while he repeatedly ran his thumb back and forth across the stiffening
nubbin of my nipple, stopping after a few moments and settling down.  I
looked up at him with my mouth partially open, already starting to pant a
bit at my little taste of what was to come while he called out someone
else's name to read the next part.  The other boy having started to read
his assigned piece aloud, Mr.  Carson smiled at me and slid the strap back
up my shoulder, though my nipples poked two little indents into the cotton
of the shirt.

   After a little bit longer, the bell for recess rang and everyone
scrambled up, heading out the door.  Mr.  Carson held me about the waist as
I made a move to get up off his lap though, getting close enough to my ear
to let me feel his hot breath.  "Not yet, I want to show you something
after everyone else is gone," he stated, standing up and walking over to
lock both classroom doors while I sat on his office chair, waiting for him
with a bit of concern washing over me.

   "What's up, Mr.  Carson?  I'm not in trouble or anything am I?" I asked,
nervously kicking my little feet while I sat in his seat, my nipple bared
once more.

   "Oh, of course not, Jamie," he said, motioning for me to get up so he
could sit down, and then patting his lap, which I dutifully obeyed.  "It's
just that you're my special little student and I wanted to show you some
things before I show your other classmates that we might work on," he said
scooting up to his desktop computer with me in his lap with my legs spread
around his once more.  He looked down at me and made eye contact with me,
making sure I knew the significance of what he was about to say.

   "For me to show you these things, you can't tell anyone, okay?  It'll be
our little secret because I might not be able to get to these kinds of
things with the rest of the class, since you're so mature for your age,
Jamie.  I don't want the others to think they're stupid or anything, you
got me?" he said seriously, nodding as he spoke.  Excited to hear any
advanced knowledge, I eagerly agreed, reaching up to do the zipping-lips
motion.

   "Okay, Mr.  Carson, I won't tell anybody.  Promise!" I said, smiling. 
He giggled as well, reaching up to fluffle my hair a bit before turning his
attention back to the computer screen, though it was obvious he was still
fixated on me.

   "Good then!  Have you ever heard of sex education?" he asked, his left
hand holding me on his lap between my waist and chest, his other hand on
the computer's mouse as he clicked open an image of an elementary aged
girl, wearing only a pair of thin white panties that had been soaked
through with either water or lube, making them almost clear.  My eyes went
wide as they saw a girl's body like that for the first time, tracing over
the little slit visible under her panties as well as the puffy bumps on her
chest.  She couldn't have been much older than me.

   "W-Well, no, Mr.  Carson...  I thought that was for middle
sc-schoolers," I stammered, my heart beating quickly as he clicked through
to the next image of an even younger girl sticking something plastic into
her naked slit, this girl not wearing anything except a pair of soccer
socks.  My weewee started to tingle like it did when I rubbed it to give
myself a boner and I started to panic.  "I think we can get started on the
subject though, just you and me," Mr.  Carson whispered huskily, switching
the picture to another girl, this time being held in an older man's lap
much like how my teacher was doing to me, though the man's fingers were
spreading open the young girl's slit, making me blush and bite my lip as I
looked.  Curiosity got the better of me and I turned away from the screen
to look up at my clearly aroused teacher gazing down at me.

   "Are you starting to feel weird, Jamie?" he asked, his free hand rubbing
around my tummy and creeping significantly closer to my privates with each
rub.  I swallowed loudly and nodded, my mouth going dry as I whispered
quietly what was a major confession to me at that age.  "Do you...  have
any boys?" I asked, blushing brightly.  I swear I heard Mr.  Carson groan
out of lust as he opened another folder, this one seeming to be much larger
due to the amount of thumbnails visible.

   "Jamie, wanting to look at boys is perfectly natural, and it's even okay
for your cock to get hard because of it.  All it means is that's what you
like and are attracted to," my teacher said, loading up a picture series
that showed an older man again rubbing what appeared to be a four or five
year old who was spread eagled on his lap.  Each new picture in the series
showed the tiny boy's dickie getting progressively stiffer until the man
was able to outright stroke the boy, whose expression was of pure bliss.  I
couldn't help but squirm, feeling a bit lightheaded as Mr.  Carson loaded
up another series of three boys my age all playing with each other.

   I didn't want to get a hard-on while sitting on my teacher's lap, but he
was one step ahead of me, Mr.  Carson subtly dropping his left hand down
right between my legs and diddling the stiffening button through my shorts.
I gasped and looked up at him anxiously while he played with my growing
dickie, his thumb rubbing back and forth in much the same way he had done
with my nipple.  My budding erection started to take shape, poking up into
the cotton of both my briefs and floral print shorts in between my
squirming legs.

   "Ahhhn...  Mr.  Carson, you're m-molesting me, right?  Y-You're not
s'posed to touch me there," I declared haltingly, but he only nodded and
started to rub some more, slipping his thumb and forefinger along the
tent-like shape that my erection had created.  I had gotten plenty of
boners before, but it was way different to have someone else doing it, and
it made my voice squeak while he molested my little dickie.

   "It's okay, Jamie!  I'm just teaching you about the good feelings that
you can get in your little cock.  Most boys don't figure this out until
they're 12 or 13," he added.  "All I'm going to do is give you good
feelings, so nothing's worth getting scared about, right?" he asked while
unbuttoning my shorts, casually pulling down the zipper as well until my
shorts were fully open.  My three inch erection throbbed inside my briefs,
still hidden inside the cotton while he returned to diddling me through one
less layer.  It was hard to sit still now, the tickles starting to make me
squirm while I sat on my teacher, blushing at the embarrassment of him
seeing the shape and size of my admittedly small erection.  It felt too
good to offer up more than just a weak whimper of protest, to which Mr. 
Carson countered by shushing me gently and turning on a video next.

   Fullscreening it, Mr.  Carson leaned back and took his hand off the
mouse to let the video play out.  This time, the scene showed a young girl
licking, sucking, and biting on the nipples of a smaller boy.  The girl was
probably about seven and the boy five, but the boy was also getting his
little dickie sucked by a girl who may have been 13 or so.  Returning his
now free hand to my still-exposed nipple, my teacher molested my whole
front, professionally stroking the tent in my undies while pinching and
tweaking my pink nipple.

   "It feels really good, huh?" he asked huskily near my ear.  I nodded
quickly, still panting girlishly as my hips push against his fingers of
their own accord.  My dickie had felt good before sometimes when I'd push
my erection against my bed, but not like this.  With Mr.  Carson rubbing me
like he was doing, the center of my weewee started to itch from the inside,
but it was a good itch that only felt better when it got stronger and
louder.  I cried out again as he switched to the other nipple, pulling that
strap off my shoulder as well and reaching across my chest to swirl his
finger along my sensitive nipple.

   "Ahhhhn!  It feels weird, Mr.  C-Carson!  W-What's happening?" I asked
him urgently, the growing build-up within my erection started to scare me
since I'd never felt it before.  I looked up at him, taking my eyes away
from the video to see his aroused face peering down at me lustily.  "You're
about to cum, Jamie.  That's the best feeling you can get.  Your cock's
going to feel so good that it's going to try and spurt out the stuff that
makes babies if you put it in a girl, but you might be too young yet, so
it'll just tingle and try pumping, but nothing will come out," my teacher
explained, loading up a quick video of a 14 year old boy cumming on camera
for me to see while he hooked his thumbs into my briefs, pulling the
elastic waistband away from my body and starting to eagerly pull down to
get to business.

   With a quiet moan squeaking out of my throat again, my three inch
erection was exposed to the air and both of our sets of eyes, my undies
tugged down along with my shorts to just under my miniature ballsack when
there was a knock at the door.

   I could feel a moment of indecision as both of us jumped, startled.  Mr.
Carson hurriedly pulled my briefs back up and closed out the video window,
immediately halting the obscene sound of a young teen's moans coming from
the small computer speakers.  I panicked, flushed as my teacher looked down
at me, obviously scared as he whispered harshly to me: "Button your shorts
back up and open up the book we were reading!"

   I nodded, zipping and buttoning my shorts back up, though my small
hard-on still poked out from underneath, tenting out the layers.  Mr. 
Carson stood up and announced he was coming, albeit with a shaky voice.  I
noticed him adjusting the waistband of his own pants, reaching inside and
straightening what was the biggest cock I had seen underneath his khakis.
Admittedly, I had only seen mine, my brothers', and those boys' from the
videos, but never an adult's.  Opening the door, Mr.  Carson greeted the
principal.  She gave me a once-over as I was trying to look natural,
sitting in the teacher's chair and fervently reading the same line in the
novel over and over again.  They talked about administrative dealings and
my erection slowly shrank back into being just the button between my legs
it usually was.  The bell rang as well, signaling me to return to my seat
and to try to learn like a normal boy for the rest of the day.

   --

   Mikey was adorable.  He always was, but today I saw my kid brother in a
different light.  The little cherub was quite similar looking to me, but
was a dirty blonde whereas I was a brunette.  His face was a bit rounder as
well, but you couldn't mistake that we were brothers.  Every time he
smiled, I could see one of his missing teeth, and that made me giggle as
well, seeing that little hole in his grin.  It's funny that just the lack
of a tooth can be mischievous looking.

   "Reaaaaady?  I'm gonnaaaaaa...  getchu!!" I cried out while sitting next
to him on the bed we shared in our room, watching an animated movie before
bed.  We always wrestled around, but tonight I couldn't get the image of
that little five year old getting stiff and the lessons Mr.  Carson
"taught" me today.

   Giggling loudly as I pounced onto him, Mikey tried to fight back and
push me onto my back, but I was stronger and pinned him down easily.  Hell,
I should be able to; I'm nine and he's six, even if I am small for my age.
My groin pressed against his, almost nothing between us since we were both
dressed for bed, which involved me wearing whatever shirt I was throughout
the day and my undies.  The same went for Mikey, but his undies were much
more fun to look at than my plain white briefs.

   "It's time for a tiiiiitty twiiisterrr..." I threatened slowly, lifting
up the hem of his t-shirt with ulterior motives.  I had never thought of
them as being sexual at all until today when Mr.  Carson taught me just how
sensitive my nipples could be.  Of course, being that I was wearing the
same shirt still from earlier in the day, the arm strap of my tank top had
slid down my upper arm, baring my own pink nipple for Mikey to see.  I
almost had to clear my throat of its dryness as I fought against the
quietly howling Mikey, my younger brother just playing along while I
exposed his tiny tummy and the small pink bumps of his nipples.  He
protested and resisted, trying to push my hand back down while I lifted his
shirt, but I wasn't having any of that.

   "Jamie, noooo!" he giggled, even as I grabbed both of his wrists with
one hand and pinned them above his head, lying on top of my younger brother
with one free hand to play with him.  He was expecting either pain to his
little nipples or tickles to his tummy, but definitely didn't expect me to
lean down and lick the tip of his left nipple, flicking it with my tongue
like I had seen in the video with the two girls and one boy.  Hearing the
lusty whimpering of the boy from the video as he had gotten molested
brought my dickie to stand up inside my briefs while I looked up at my
younger brother, whose smile was backlit by an expression of confusion at
me licking at his little nipple.

   I grazed it with my teeth in a gentle nibble, and that caused Mikey to
groan a little bit and look down at me, squirming underneath me as I held
him down and teased his nipples.  "Hnn...  What're you doing, Jamie...?" he
asked.  I switched to his other nipple, noticing that the first one had
stiffened into a little dot.  I brought my free hand up to play with the
tip, rubbing my thumb back and forth across the hard nubbin like my teacher
had today while I teased Mikey's fresh nipple with my mouth once more.  He
arched his back in response and let out a moan like I had only heard from
those videos.

   "Stooop it, that feels kinda weird, Jamiiiie..." he complained, but I
only kept going, picking up the pace and intensity of molesting my little
brother, listening to his whimpers get louder as I gave him sensations he
didn't know existed.

   "Doesn't it feel good though?" I asked him, looking up at him while I
let go of his wrists with my one hand, sitting up on him.  I tried to hide
my stiff little dickie with my shirt and succeeded while I teased my little
brother with just my fingers now, pinching and rolling his tiny nipples
with both hands.  He cooed quietly and started to pant as well, a tinge of
pink highlighting his cheeks visible in the light of the bedroom lamp.

   "K-kinda..." he confessed, not resisting me anymore while I touched his
tiny chest.  Several more moments passed as I decided what to do while I
sat on my little brother's hips, watching him blush and whimper from the
sexual tickles that he didn't know anything about yet.

   "Let's sleep in just our undies tonight, `kay?" I suggested finally,
slipping off my tank top and tossing it to the floor, revealing the little
bump of my erect dickie to Mikey while he was still pinned underneath me. I
lifted the hem of his shirt higher as well, tugging it over his head
without much in the way of a response as Mikey was still reeling from the
stimulation to his tiny nipples, which were still standing at attention on
his little chest.

   "O-kaaay...?" Mikey said somewhat haltingly as I got off of him, rolling
to the side to turn off the movie we had been watching as well as the table
lamp, plunging the room into moonlit darkness.

   "Good night, Mikey..." I said playfully, pulling just the sheet over us.
He rolled onto his side facing away from me, but I slipped my arm around
his ribs, letting my hand reach the middle of his chest while I was in the
big spoon position.  Smiling to myself, I tweaked my little brother's
nipples once again, pinching the soft flesh of his pink tips between my
thumb and forefinger once again.

   "Nnhh...  Stop it Jamiiiie!  I won't get to sleep with you doin' that,
and it feels weird too!" he complained, though I kept going, feeling my
brother shudder as I sped up with my thumb, hearing a small whimper come
out of his throat.  I smiled wolfishly to myself, but it really was in my
best interest to let him get to sleep, so I giggled and quit it, still
holding him tightly to me.  "Okay, good nighty," I whispered with my
erection tingling inside my undies pressed against his butt, unbeknownst to
him.

   --

   An hour had passed.  His breathing had deepened to a slow pace for the
past ten minutes after he had rolled onto his back.  I had already pulled
the sheet back and off of the both of us in preparation, eagerly staring at
the tiny bump tucked away inside the front of his cartoon underwear until I
was certain he was in his deepest stages of sleep.

   Holding my breath out of fear of waking him up, I gazed at his face as I
decided to make my move, letting my hand rest flat on his bare tummy.  His
body didn't even acknowledge that something had happened, so I slowly slid
my fingers down near his bellybutton and continued downward, ready to stop
at any time.  Still showing no signs of wakefulness, my fingers crossed the
threshold to his undies, grazing the elastic waistband of his underoos.

   My own erection had come and gone several times while I waited for the
time to be right to touch Mikey like the boys in the videos had been, but
right now, it was definitely hard as a bone, pressing against the side of
Mikey's thigh as I lay on my side next to him.  My pulse seemed to be loud
enough to hear on the outside, feeling like I was shaking the bed with how
nervous I was to be doing something so sneaky and wrong, but the tingles in
the center of my weewee told me to keep going.  Reaching the cotton of my
kid brother's briefs, my thumb rolled over the top of that tiny bump I had
been staring at for the better part of an hour, eliciting a small moan from
me as I finally was able to touch Mikey's dickie.

   I diddled the flaccid cocklet through his undies with my thumb, going
slow so as not to disturb Mikey's sleep, plus I wanted to really watch it
get stiff.  Adding in a forefinger, I pinched the small shape gently, still
rubbing with my fingers more than stroking.  Wanting to add even more, I
scooted closer to Mikey's chest, whose arms were almost always above his
head while he slept for some reason, and licked the pink tip of his dormant
nipple.  Feeling a shudder go through his whole body, I stopped momentarily
even with his nipple in my mouth and hand on his dickie, though he still
didn't show any other sign of waking up, so I continued.

   His nipple stiffened against my tongue right away, making it easy to
play with and graze with my teeth, but the six year old's weewee was
another matter, staying soft for longer than I expected.  I came to the
conclusion that Mikey's nipples were really his main erogenous zone, which
I would definitely use later, but I still had to give him a little boner. I
fondled the soft bump quicker now, diddling it with my thumb as fast as I
dare, stroking along its short length as best I could through the undies. I
didn't want to take his underwear off in case he woke up; it would be easy
for me to fake sleep if I didn't have to explain why his bare dickie was
out with his undies around his thighs.

   Hearing another small whimper slip out of his throat like I had heard in
the videos Mr.  Carson showed me today, I knew I was on the right track, so
I continued to knead my little brother's weewee.  It finally started to
fill up under my fingers, seeming to mostly just stiffen up as opposed to
getting bigger, my brother not exactly gifted in the way of length.  Easier
to fondle now, I stroked it earnestly, masturbating the first grader with
my forefinger and thumb to encourage his cocklet to keep getting harder. 
Kid underwear isn't meant to contain erections, so Mikey's little stiffy
seemed out of place across the tight front, pushing out the cotton in a way
as to show exactly the shape of his tiny erection.

   I started to pant as I stared at the raging little pole in his
underwear, the two inch shape the hottest thing I'd ever seen, especially
since I was the one that caused it.  I pressed my hips against Mikey's
while he slept, slipping my own bulging erection against his thigh, causing
me to shiver from the naughty tickles tingling inside my weewee.  I
whimpered girlishly while I molested Mikey, continuing to fondle the tiny
dickie as well as grazing his sensitive nipples with my teeth, all the
while rubbing my own erection haphazardly with each stroke of my hips.

   While diddling my six year old brother, I felt it start to happen; my
own orgasm was starting to build again, just like it did earlier today with
Mr.  Carson before we got interrupted.  I did my best to stay quiet while I
rubbed my three inch tent against Mikey, but my panting still disturbed the
night air.  My gasps turned to small choking grunts as the tickling in the
center of my dickie got even stronger, causing my hips to go faster in
turn. With my fingers slipping along my little brother's tiny erection, I
gazed up at his sleeping face, the expression slightly overwhelmed in his
sleep with his eyebrows arched and mouth open a bit.  That was when I felt
the liquid warmth burst forth from the center of my dickie.

   It happened so suddenly, I sounded like I was crying.  I pressed my hips
erratically against Mikey, halting my molesting of him while I stared at
his little stiffy, humping his side.  My pulsing weewee was experiencing
the best feeling, but I panicked momentarily as I looked down and saw a
large dark spot at the tip of my own tent, growing as my dickie continued
to release its first ejaculate.  I immediately remembered the video of the
teenager cumming, watching the spurts of his semen shoot from his cock,
realizing that my own little dickie must be doing the same thing, so I just
rode it out, filling my briefs with my own warm milk.  Before I knew it,
the orgasm was over and the heady sensation fled slowly, almost seeming to
steal my consciousness with it.  I fell into a dreamless slumber.



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